Am I Crazy?

Peaceful doesn't last

The past few days have been so calming and peaceful my father not being here has been the best thing for me and I don't get these days very often.

The weekend went by peacefully and I made sure the house was as clean as it could possibly get but knowing my father the moment, he walks in the door he will find something. I cherish these moments I get to myself but I'm always ready for what's to come. I made sure to do grocery shopping and get what supplies and ingredients needed to make food and or clean for the next week or so.

My father gives me just enough money for school and for times like this when he goes out of town for business. I have a trust fund, my mother made sure of that and not even my father can touch it and believe me he has tried. My mother made sure that no one can get to it but me after I turn 18 don't ask me how this shit works because I have no idea.

I woke up to the slamming of doors and stuff being thrown around and as I looked at the time on the clock it read 6am father must have gotten home earlier than expected. Like I said there was always something my father would find wrong.

"Han Jisung! Get your ass down here!" My father yelled up the stairs. I got up and let my legs dangle over the edge of my bed and I ran my hands through my hair not liking what I'm going to be walking into when I get downstairs.

As I made my way downstairs as slow as I could possibly be making my father even angrier than he is I get dragged from the last few steps and fall flat on my face hitting the hard cold marble floor. I rolled over on my back holding my face in my hands rocking from side to side with so much pain shooting through my face into my head. "Fuck." I muttered.

"I'm gone for three days, and this is what I come home too!  You are the most worthless son anyone could have." My father scoffed and kicked me in the stomach as hard as he could and walked off. "Clean this shit up before you go to school, and it better be spotless by the time I wake up later."

I dragged myself up, holding my stomach and I started picking up things and putting them back in their places. I grabbed the dustpan and broom and swept up all the broken glass throwing it away and I grabbed my father's luggage and set it outside his room as he does not like me in his room. I then took one last glance around the area and kitchen as well as living room and made sure everything was where it should be and there were no specks of any dirt and or glass on the floor.

When I got to my room I went to my bathroom and removed my bandage from my hand and took a shower. After I was done, I wrapped the towel around my waist and stood in front of the mirror where I could see my swollen red face and the big bruise about to appear on my stomach. I dried off and got dressed, brushed my teeth and washed my face and then I cleaned my hand and wrapped it in a bandage again.

As soon as I got to school late again, I grabbed my teachers note and made it to the last half hour of my first class. The teacher took my note from my hand and looked at me and just sighed as I made my way to my seat. I could feel all eyes on me, and I can hear the whispers start up this morning, I threw my bag on the ground and rested my head on the desk.